what a curious thing it is to be deathly afraid of being perceived while desperately yearning to be seen . for the longest , vivian didn't want to be perceived for anything other than perfect . what she struggled to understand was that people who eagerly peeled back that veil to love her just the way she is existed . unconditionally , without the give and take creed that she was indoctrinated into her whole life . heather is one of the few who truly see her as the frightened but hopeful girl who flinches at the softest brushes of affection when it sweeps across her forehead . and heather , what a beautiful thing she is , is someone vivian wishes she were more like , half-wild and swaddled in the arms of autonomy . heather was always more than just her best friend , she was her heart . when she returns to lincoln city , the first person she wanted to see was heather . and when she felt suffocated by the stifling tension in her home , it is heather's warmth that she searches for . that is what draws vivian to her house , gravel crunching beneath her shoes as she knocks on the door with a secret age old tune that chanted its me , i'm back , come and find me . vivian's frame turns as she rushes to hide , back firmly pressed against one of the trees in her front yard that she used to hide behind as a kid . " marco ! " she calls out mischievously once she hears the front door creak open .
for . . . @hcarmichael
